But the prophecies are against that.' 'As folks happen to read them just now.

A hundred years hence they may be finding the very opposite meaning in them.

Come, Tregarva,-- Suppose I teach you a little of the learning, and you teach me a little of the Gospel--do you think we two could mend the world between us, or even mend Whitford Priors ?' 'God knows, sir,' said Tregarva.
* * * * * 'Tregarva,' said Lancelot, as they were landing the next trout, 'where will that Crawy go, when he dies ?' 'God knows, sir,' said Tregarva.
* * * * * Lancelot went thoughtful home, and sat down--not to answer Luke's letter--for he knew no answer but Tregarva's, and that, alas! he could not give, for he did not believe it, but only longed to believe it.

So he turned off the subject by a question-- 'You speak of yourself as being already a member of the Romish communion.

How is this?
Have you given up your curacy?
Have you told your father?
I fancy that if you had done so I must have heard of it ere now.